1. Rewrite Birdsong Stream into a short essay about scenery, 500 words
Rewrite "Birdsong Stream"
At a Spring Festival Gala, a friend invited me to go I was a guest at his house, so I walked leisurely along the quiet path to my friend's house. My friend's house is far away from me, so I have to pass through a hill. In the quiet mountains, I saw a lot -
I walked leisurely on the hills and felt very quiet. That kind of silence is a kind of enjoyment and beauty. In the quiet mountains, a trace of spring breeze caresses, and a few fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fall to the ground accompanied by the breeze. Pick it up and put it to the tip of your nose. The fragrance is simply refreshing and fragrant! Slowly, the moon came out, she was hazy, like a shy girl. The moon gave off a soft light, so soft, as subtle and cute as a little princess. What surprises you is that such gentle little sister Moon woke up a few resting birds! After the birds woke up, they rubbed their eyes and became lively. Some are greeting the moon enthusiastically, some are telling stories to the moon with relish, and some are quietly admiring the touching beauty of Sister Moon. Look, what a joy! After a while, the birds became tired and fell asleep next to the branches one after another. However, suddenly a bird became thirsty, so it fluttered its wings and came to a small river. It chirped and occasionally chirped in the spring mountain stream...
What a charming scenery, what a beautiful scene. What an unforgettable view. So, I couldn't help but pick up a pen and record what I saw and heard bit by bit, and compiled it into an ancient poem - "Birdsong Stream". 2. Birdsong Stream rewrites modern literature
The night in the spring mountain stream is silent. Most of the villagers are asleep. The great poet Wang Wei strolls on the hill and feels very quiet. That kind of silence is a kind of silence. Enjoyment is a kind of beauty.
In the quiet mountains, a trace of spring breeze blows, and a few fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fall to the ground accompanied by the breeze. Pick it up and put it to the tip of your nose. The fragrance is so refreshing that it smells so good! , the soundless silence makes the empty mountains in the spring night feel even more empty.
The bright moon rose quietly, and the sleeping birds were awakened by the bright moonlight and screamed. From time to time, the sound of flowing water mixed with the chirping of birds comes out from the spring mountain stream and echoes in the ears of the great poet Wang Wei.
Some are greeting the moon enthusiastically, some are telling stories to the moon with relish, and some are quietly admiring the touching beauty of Sister Moon. After a while the birds also got tired and fell asleep next to the branches one after another.
Is that enough? . 3. The sixth-grade composition "Birdsong Stream" was rewritten into a short story of 700 words
Which version? I will give you a few lessons to try. Lesson 1 <> Yi Qiu, the best chess player in the country.
Let Yi Qiu teach two people to play chess, one of them concentrates on it, but (wéi) Yi Qiu listens; although the other listens, he thinks that a swan (hú) is coming, and wants to help him with his bow (zhuó) And shoot it. Although I have learned from him, I am not as good as him.
Why is he so wise? Said: Not so. <>Confucius traveled eastward and saw two children arguing.
Ask why. One son said: "I think that when the sun begins to rise, people will be close, but when the sun is at noon, people will be far away." One son said: "At the beginning of the day, it is as big as a car hood, and at the middle of the day, it is like a pan. Isn't it that the far one is small and the near one is big?" The middle of the day is like exploring a soup. Isn't it hot when you are near and cool when you are far?" Confucius couldn't decide.
The two children laughed and said: "Who (shú) knows (zhì) for you (rǔ)?" Hurry Author: Zhu Ziqing The swallow has gone, but it will come again; the willow will wither, but it will be green again. time; when the peach blossoms fade, they will bloom again. But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? It's just that they escaped on their own: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; but my hands are becoming increasingly empty.
Counting silently, more than eight thousand days have slipped by my hands; just like drops of water on a needle tip dripping into the ocean, my days have been dripping into the flow of time, without sound or shadow. I couldn't help but feel dizzy and burst into tears.
Even though what has gone has gone, and what has come is still coming; how hurried is it in between? When I got up in the morning, two or three slanting sun beams came into the hut. The sun has feet, and it moves on gently and quietly; I also spin along with it aimlessly.
Thus - when I wash my hands, the days pass by the sink; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by before my gazeful eyes. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he will stride over my body and fly past my feet in his agile way. Went.
When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed.
But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again. What can I do in this world of thousands of households in the days when I am escaping like flying away? There is only wandering, nothing but hurrying; in the rush of more than eight thousand days, what is left but wandering? The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by the early sun; what traces do I leave behind? Have I ever left traces like gossamers? I came to this world naked, will I go back naked in the blink of an eye? But I can't get over it, why do I have to go through this life in vain? You smart one, tell me, why are our days gone forever? About March 28, 1922, Lesson 17, I couldn’t find the exact text, so I had to do my best. Tom Sawyer was a naughty elf in the small town of St. Petersburg, his mother country.
His parents died young and he lived with his aunt, but her aunt could not control him. He is not the kind of obedient and obedient baby. He is the leader of the children in the town. He leads them to play "war" and make pranks. He likes circuses, knows how to do big hats, and is very imaginative. He wants to be a soldier or a cowboy. In the eyes of my friends, I am omnipotent.
Recently, he came up with the idea of ??becoming a pirate. Tom has several friends: Georgie, Ben, and Jim, but the one who has a "smelly affinity" with him is Huck, the dirty street boy in the town.
Huck's father was an alcoholic, and he became a helpless, idle "wild boy". In the eyes of the townspeople, he was a scoundrel, and the children all thought he was a scoundrel. Very interesting company. Tom told Huck about his idea of ??becoming a pirate, and they agreed to go to the cemetery at midnight to try their courage.
Tom deceived his aunt by pretending to sleep, and went to the cemetery with Huck. Under the cold wind, they witnessed a fight: Joey killed a doctor and framed the blame on Peter, a drunkard. All the children were afraid of the fierce Joe and swore to each other never to speak. Their courage was tested, Tom and Georgie took the food "stolen" from home; called Huck to go to the Mississippi River, found a small raft, and rowed to Jackson Island downstream.
This place is deserted, and they have a campfire picnic here. Carefree and unrestrained.
The people in the town were looking for them for several days, and they were all anxious. When people could not suppress their grief, they found three naughty ghosts walking in and coming to their relatives as if nothing had happened. The town is about to hold a trial on Peter's murder case. Tom and Huck appear in court to testify for Peter. Joey, who is mixed in the seats next to him, is shocked and runs away.
Tom and Huck became the heroes of the town. Tom's adventurous spirit never disappeared for a moment. He knew that legendary pirates would bury gold and silver treasures under the dry old crooked neck tree. He and Huck Going on a treasure hunt. They came to the haunted house to look for things, and met Joey and a stranger who were going to hide the gold coins they came with, and they wanted to hide these gold coins "under the No. 2 cross". These words were hidden by Tom and Harry who were hiding upstairs. Ke heard it clearly.
The fourth short story: "Lost in the cave". Tom's deskmate Betsy is the daughter of the town's justice, Mr. Thatcher.
She begged Timber Moon to invite her classmates to camp in the mountains. Everyone came to the interesting Moktor Cave.
We are still curious about the eerie and mysterious cave and a little nervous. There are endless forks in the cave, like a maze.
While we were still playing and making noise in the cave, deer blood gathered from different directions and stole the cave exit. But Tom and Betsy were lost.
The boy's courage and wisdom gave Tom confidence. He comforted Betsy and patiently looked for the exit of the cave. The fifth short story: "Find the gold coin".
In the cave, Tom unexpectedly meets Joey! Joey was already frightened and ran away when he heard Tom's movements. They finally found the exit, and after reuniting with their relatives, they told Mr. Thatcher that they had met the fugitive Joe in the cave.
People in the town rushed to the Moktor Cave again and saw Joey lying dead in the cave for many days. Tom took Huck to the cave again to search for treasure, and finally dug out the gold coins under a large rock engraved with a cross.
Unit 7 <> Boil the beans to make soup, and drain the beans to make juice. There is also a saying that "the soybeans are soaked to make juice." The pods are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron.
They are born from the same root, so there is no need to hold on to each other: use, use. Soup (gēng): a paste made from meat or vegetables.
4. Rewrite Birdsong Stream into a short essay about scenery, 500 words
Rewrite "Birdsong Stream" On a Spring Festival Gala, my friend invited me to visit his home, so I walked leisurely along the quiet path. I walked to my friend's house. My friend's house was far away from me, so I had to pass by a hill. In the quiet mountain, I saw a lot - I walked leisurely on the hill and felt very quiet. The silence was like a This kind of enjoyment is a kind of beauty. In the quiet mountains, a trace of spring breeze caresses, and a few fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fall to the ground accompanied by the breeze. Pick it up and put it into your nose. The fragrance is simply refreshing. The fragrance spreads ten miles away! Slowly, the moon came out, she was hazy, like a shy girl. The moon gave off a soft light, so soft, as subtle and cute as a little princess. What surprises you is that it is so The gentle little sister Moon woke up a few resting birds! After the birds woke up, they rubbed their eyes and became lively. Some were greeting the moon enthusiastically, some were telling stories to the moon with relish, and some were quietly admiring the moving beauty of Sister Moon. Look, what a joy! After a while, the birds were tired and fell asleep next to the branches one after another. However, suddenly a bird became thirsty, so it flashed its wings and came to a small river, chirping occasionally. The chirping echoed in the spring mountain stream... What a charming scenery, what an unforgettable scenery. So, I couldn't help but pick up a pen and record what I saw and heard bit by bit, and compiled it into an ancient poem - — "Birdsong Stream". 5. The purpose of rewriting "Birdsong Stream" is to rewrite it into a short article
On a Spring Festival Gala, my friend invited me to visit his home, so I walked leisurely along the quiet path to my friend's house.
My friend’s house is far away from me, so I have to pass through a hill. In the quiet mountains, I saw a lot - I walked leisurely on the hills and felt very quiet. That kind of silence is a kind of enjoyment and beauty.
In the quiet mountains, a trace of spring breeze caresses, and a few fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fall to the ground accompanied by the breeze. Pick it up and put it to the tip of your nose. The fragrance is so refreshing that it smells so good! Slowly, the moon came out, she was hazy, like a shy girl.
The moon gave off a soft light, so soft, as subtle and cute as a little princess. What surprises you is that such gentle little sister Moon woke up a few resting birds! After the birds woke up, they rubbed their eyes and became lively.
Some are greeting the moon enthusiastically, some are telling stories to the moon with relish, and some are quietly admiring the touching beauty of Sister Moon. Look, what a joy! After a while, the birds became tired and fell asleep next to the branches one after another.
However, suddenly a bird became thirsty, and it fluttered its wings and came to a small river. It was chirping and occasionally chirping in the spring mountain stream... What a charming scenery, what a beautiful scene. What an unforgettable view. The spring evening is silent, and the sweet-scented osmanthus falls unconsciously.
The silence makes the mountains feel even more empty on a spring night. The moon came out, and the birds were startled by the moonlight.
From time to time, crisp birdsong can be heard in the mountain stream. (1) Only when one's mind is quiet can one feel the sweet-scented osmanthus falling from the branches in spring, and the spring mountains are empty in the quiet night.
The bright moon rises from the valley, startling the mountain birds, who sometimes chirp in the mountain stream. (2) In this deserted place, the fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fall on the quiet night, making the spring forest even more empty.
The moon rises, startling the mountain birds roosting in the trees, and their crisp calls echo in the empty mountain stream.